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Thank you, Eve.

And a merry almost Christmas to you.

Hmm.

I hope it's merry for my son.

I'm trying to scrape together just enough money

to put one toy under the tree.

Yay!

It works.

Oh, I'm-I'm just workshopping my "sad single mom" spiel

for the Santa Crawl tonight.

But you, you will be joining us

for our Christmas Eve dinner tomorrow, yes?

- Of course. - Great.

It's going to be a wonderful evening.

We have a traditional Nordic feast planned:

lutefisk and glögg.

It's, uh, chicken fingers for John.

Not just for John.

Mm, it's my favorite time of year.

Spending it with the people we love,

that's what Christmas is all about.

Bah humbug.

- Oh, here we go. - Speak up, I-I didn't...

- I said bah humbug! - Seriously?

You hate Christmas?

Wow, you really are like Scrooge.

I welcome the comparison.

Ebenezer Scrooge was a frugal realist

who wasn't taken in by yuletide nonsense.

He is one of the most

misunderstood heroes... yes, I said heroes...

in all of English literature.

So once more, with feeling:

Bah. Humbug.

Alan, that poor woman works herself to the bone,

and then you go and treat her like that?

Now I can't tell her she brought me the wrong drink.

Oh! Freddy?

Wait, wait, wait. I need to ask you something.

I am trying to find your dad a gift.

He keeps on hinting that he got me

something very special, so...

I took a really big swing.

Whoa!

Sigmund Freud's humidor.

Great gift.

Well done.

Yay! What did you get him?

- A salad spinner. - Yikes.

You know, your customary disdain for humanity

is not as charming as usual.

I'm sorry. I've just found out

that my daughter Nora is back in town.

- Really? - Yes, my son told me.

She's bringing the baby over to meet her husband's parents.

They're staying at some hotel.

- You try reaching out? - She still won't take my calls.

I really thought that her having a baby

would change things between us, but, uh...

I'm so sorry.

Hits especially hard this time of year.

Every Christmas, Nora and I would spend hours

making a little gingerbread village.

What I wouldn't give to have that again.

Is there anything at all I can do?

No, I'm okay.

I've just got to spend the next two days

not thinking about Christmas.

Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!

They can sod off, jolly bastards.

- Hi, Holly. - Hey.

- Thank you. - Oof, I'm so weary.

Just working an extra shift

so my son doesn't wake up to an empty stocking.

Nice try.

I work in a bar, too. I know all the angles.

One time I was pregnant for 14 months.

Teach me your ways.

Listen, if you want to rake in the big bucks,

don't ask for a toy.

Tell 'em your kid needs asthma medicine.

Oh, my God. I'm so stupid.

My son actually does need asthma medicine.

Oh, geez. Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't, I didn't realize. Here. There you go.

Gotcha.

Listen, I have some bad news.

I can't make it to your party tomorrow.

- Oh, no. Are you sure? - Yeah.

I-I work till 11:00, nobody wants to take my shift.

Damn. I was hoping you would enjoy

some of the Crane family Christmas traditions.

- Mm. - A noble fir,

bûche de Noël.

Fancy. Yeah.

My family traditions were eggnog pong

and we flipped a coin to see

who had to go bail out Uncle Paulie.

Where's Alan?

Strapping antlers to a dog so he can steal Christmas?

You know what?

You might want to go easy on Alan.

Why?

He didn't go easy on Whoville.

It's his daughter.

20 years ago, Alan moved here to chase his dream

of a professorship at Harvard.

He worked his fingers to the bone.

Wait, we're talking about Alan, right?

Yes, well, he was a different man back then.

Industrious, ambitious... tan.

But...

he neglected things at home, and, you know,

everything sort of fell apart.

He's made amends with the rest of his children,

but his oldest is Nora.

And she won't speak to him.

She's in town, apparently.

And now she won't let him see his only grandchild.

Oh, my gosh, that's so sad.

- It's tragic. But... - Yeah.

...not our place to meddle.

Mm. Of course not.

Best just to mind our own business.

Yes, indeed.

All right, now that's out of the way, what are you plotting?

All right, crew, we got one shot

to pull off this Christmas caper.

As luck would have it,

Nora is staying at Holly's hotel.

We know this because of a cute little mole

- we have on the inside. - Aw...

Your first nickname for me.

- I don't love it. - Oh, all right.

Phase one: the stakeout.

Team Gold, that's Olivia and I.

We will wait in the hotel lobby for Nora to arrive.

Freddy, you and Holly will be...

- Let me guess, Team Silver. - No.

Frankincense.

We're naming our teams after the gifts of the magi.

Come on, Freddy, I need you sharp!

You and Holly will lure Alan here, to the hotel bar.

Should things go well after the stakeout,

I will bring the target

to meet her father there.

What can I do? I'm very limber,

I can easily fold myself into a bar cart.

You, Eve and Roz are Team Myrrh.

You'll go to my apartment this evening

and begin construction

of a gingerbread village.

If things go well at the stakeout...

- Please stop saying stakeout. - Nora will join us

for dinner tomorrow

and the sight of this beloved Christmas memory

will warm her heart. Stakeout, stakeout, stakeout.

Uncle, I won't let you down.

I should hope not.

You have by far the easiest job.

Everyone, let's get to work.

Oh!

Oh, no, your dad left his bag...

"To Olivia."

I have to sneak a peek.

Slippers?

This is the great gift he was talking about?

Oh, isn't it the thought that counts?

No.

He's rich.

Okay, Team Myrrh...

This already sucks.

It's time to break ground on our village.

What materials did you bring?

I brought this kit from my grocery store.

I thought we could use these gummy worms as icicles.

I see.

Some stale Halloween candy

and a box of supermarket garbage.

Uncle has a landline,

if you literally want to phone this in.

He doesn't have a landline.

Oh, look who's suddenly paying attention.

This is important to Professor Cornwall.

We have to get this right. So let's brainstorm.

Well, I think it could be cute if we just...

Cute? Already wrong.

I'm thinking Victorian era, Cotswolds region,

far from the channel so we're spared

the dandifying influence of the continent.

Just spitballing, nothing's set in stone,

except the cobblestones, which of course, must be set in stone.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking if we leave now,

- we could do something else. - Oh, I love something else.

- Oh, I forgot my purse... - Leave it.

I can't thank you enough for your help on all this.

Do you think there's any way you could get Nora's room number

- from the front desk clerk? - No.

Thomas is working. He's so uncool.

He turned me in for borrowing a luggage cart when I moved.

I mean, to be fair, I never brought it back.

But... I turned it into this really cool TV stand.

And then I sold it, I made a ton of money.

Thomas... so uncool.

- Hey, Alan's pulling up now. - Oh, great.

The caper is afoot.

So, how do you plan on keeping him here?

Uh... buying him drinks?

- Frederick Crane came to play. - Yeah.

All right, I've got to get back out to the hotel lobby.

Whatever you do, make sure he does not leave here.

Okay.

Ah. Hello.

Hey, Alan, what can I get you?

- I'll have a scotch. - All right.

And iced tea for me.

Freddy, you invited me here,

and now you're making me drink alone?

'Cause I can do that at work.

Uh, no, no, no. No. You're right.

I'll, uh, I'll have what Alan's having.

You sure you can keep up with him?

Holly, come on.

I'm six-one, firefighter, grew up in Boston,

I think I can keep up with old...

Same again.

And I'm not nursing the next one, so...

Bottoms up, short stack.

How's the stakeout going?

Fine. I'm tired of standing.

If only I had something to cushion my poor feet.

Well, Christmas is coming.

Perhaps there'll be some relief in Santa's pack.

And what country are you two visiting from?

- Oh, oh, we're-we're from here. - Oh, amazing!

So you can read the sign that says

"Lobby for Hotel Guests Only."

We've been made.

Well, we would like to be hotel guests.

Uh, is there any room at the inn?

Aw, you're delighted by yourself, aren't you?

Yes, we have a room.

Okay.

- Go check us in. - Oh.

And why not rest up in the room for a bit.

- Okay. - Give yourself a break

and I'll look after things down here.

We can rendezvous again

when the lords are a-leaping.

Okay. So, 9:00?

Lords a-leaping is-is 11, right?

- Ten. - Ten. Yeah, you're right.

But be here at 11:00.

Can I... use this to make charges at the spa?

- Mm-hmm. - Say, equivalent to the cost

of Sigmund Freud's humidor?

Let's just say, "Sure."

Yes.

Hey, David, we felt so bad we each made a...

Oh, my God.

- Did you stay up all night? - I had to.

It's important to Professor Cornwall.

It has to be the perfect representation

of Christmas cheer.

Like that cemetery?

Yes. The diphtheria outbreak

of 1874 really took its toll on the shire.

Do not linger on the wrong side of the licorice tracks

after sundown.

Are these early signs of something

we may one day regret not clocking?

Roz...

Quick question.

Do you hate me?

What, don't you like it?

No, it's charming.

If not to scale, and a bit gaudy, and not that charming.

And, Eve, you call yourself an architect?

No. I've never called myself an architect.

I'm an actress.

Then act like someone who gives a damn.

Great.

Now you've made me swear in front of the vicar.

Thank you for keeping me company, Freddy.

As a drinking partner, you're quite convivial.

No.

No, no, no. You are conven...

conv... curv...

Holly, could you hook your boy up with a quesadilla?

For the third time, this is a French restaurant.

Sorry. Sorry.

Sorry you're having such a rotten Christmas.

- Thank you, Frederick. - Yeah. You're welcome.

And, Alan, I want you to know,

you've been like a second father to me,

and I will be here for you no matter what.

I'm gonna be by your side

for the rest of...

Oh, hey, the Santas are here!

These guys are so fun.

Sorry you have to put up with all this on Christmas Eve.

Oh, it's okay. I'm out of here in an hour, so...

- You are? - Mm-hmm.

Frasier told me you had to work until 11:00 tonight.

Crap.

Okay, yeah, but he was freaking me out.

We've only dated a couple of times

and already he's inviting me

to some Christmas Eve intimate dinner.

It's just too much.

Well, that's Frasier. Too much.

Too impulsive. Too grandiose. Too romantic.

Too eager to play any piano he walks by.

He did get a standing ovation at Nordstrom.

And too in love with big, ill-fated grand gestures.

But I can tell you

that nobody loves with a bigger heart than Frasier Crane.

You just have to decide... if that's what you want.

I should not be doing this.

I'm half Jewish.

Hi. Perhaps you could tell me

if my friend, Nora Cornwall, has checked in?

Of course, sir. You know, it's my job

to give out sensitive guest information

to complete strangers.

You really are uncool. Mm-hmm.

There's nothing I can do.

Good morning, Ms. Cornwall.

My hands are tied.

Nora? Nora.

Hi.

Um, you probably don't remember me.

I'm-I'm Frasier Crane.

My dad's friend from Oxford?

- Wow! Small world. - Yes.

Well, it's not really, not that small, honestly.

Um, I'm here on a bit of a mission.

You see...

your dad heard you were in town,

and I know you two have had your differences, but, uh...

he would love nothing more than to see you

and to meet his grandchild.

Wait. So...

you found out what hotel I'm staying at...

...then you staked out the lobby?

Well, "stakeout" is not really the right word.

- It's just... - How's the stakeout going?

- Well, it's not a stakeout. - Well, listen.

You better hurry because Alan is still in the bar,

but he's talking about leaving.

- Uh, my dad's here? - Oh.

- I feel like I'm being ambushed! - No, no.

It's not an ambush, honestly.

It's just the two of us, I swear.

Oh, is this Nora? Yay!

You found her!

- How many psychos are in on this? - Well, honestly...

Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, when Nora shows up,

we have to introduce her to Santa.

I'd like to go to my room now.

Nora?

I thought I heard your voice.

I can't believe it's you.

I'm so glad you're here.

I'm glad, too, Dad.

This way, I can tell you once and for all...

to leave me alone.

Stop ringing, stop trying to force a relationship.

It's not gonna happen.

I don't want you in my life.

- Alan, let me explain. - No, no, no.

I think you've done enough already.

Alan, thank God, you're here.

Listen, we would have been here sooner, but...

somebody needed a gordita.

Also a DQ Blizzard, but God forbid we stop twice.

I'd like to apologize.

I was completely out of line this morning.

Yes, you were.

And how are you? You okay?

Not really.

It was one thing when Nora wouldn't answer my calls,

but having her say to me to my face

that she never wants to see me again?

Pretty devastating.

I feel terrible.

I don't know why I thought I should get involved.

You can't help yourself.

It's who you are.

Nobody loves with a bigger heart than Frasier Crane.

But damn it, Frasier,

sometimes it's hard to be your collateral damage.

I understand what you were trying to do.

I just wish it didn't hurt so much.

I really am sorry.

And...

will you still come to dinner tonight?

We are your family, too.

And we love you,

and we don't want you to be alone.

I don't know that I can face a room full of happy people.

Then again, it is one of your parties, so...

Exactly. It's bound to be a disaster.

We can be miserable together.

So you'll come?

I'll think about it.

Let's go, Freddy.

Dad, do you love me as much as you love Alan?

We'll talk about it in the car.

- So, what do you think? - Hmm.

Let me find a positive way to put this.

You have failed me in every conceivable way.

David,

your village is a masterpiece.

It's pastoral,

and yet, I feel the looming shadow

of the Industrial Age.

Finally, a discerning eye.

- It's a shame you have to tear it down. - Why?

Uncle, I beg you. It's Christmas!

I-I know. I'm... I'm sorry. It's just that

Alan may be joining us for dinner,

and if he sees this, it'll devastate him.

We have to tear it down.

Whoa. Hold up.

Before you do, I'm still pretty hungry.

I'm gonna eat the orphanage.

Haven't they been through enough already?!

It's good that Alan might come.

- Did you guys work everything out? - Well, not really.

I just...

Why do I keep doing this, you know?

Meddling in people's lives.

- Well, you meant well. - Yes, of course I did.

But...

I just wanted Alan to have the same second chance I had.

Why did I think I could talk to her?

I don't know what she's been through.

Being left behind like that?

Can't we at least save the cathedral?

I'm sorry, David.

God has other plans.

Hey. Freddy Crane.

- We... - Oh, look.

Drunk Santa's back.

I thought you'd be throwing up over Greenland about now.

That's-that's fair. May I?

If you're still hoping for a heartwarming reunion

between me and my dad, it's not gonna happen.

Oh, no, I get it. Trust me.

Me and my dad have had a pretty rocky relationship, too.

Really? Did your dad abandon you and your mom

to take a job when you were eight?

Uh, yeah, actually.

To be a radio shrink.

Basically, to be everyone else's dad.

Ouch.

But did he miss your tenth birthday by three days

because, and I quote, "It was daylight savings"?

Ooh. No,

but he did give me the same gift three years in a row.

Tap-dance lessons.

Want to see?

Tap-dancing is stupid.

Look, I... I could swap bad-dad stories all day long.

I mean, he messed up plenty.

And, so, when he wanted back in my life, I...

well, I pushed him away.

Look, I stayed mad for a long time.

Until I realized that holding all that anger was hurting me.

So I... let him back in.

I mean, like you, I was so frustrated

that my dad just kept forcing his way back into my life,

but...

he didn't give up.

Lovely story.

Not sure I'm there yet.

Yeah, like I said, I get it.

Only you know when you're ready.

Okay, well...

Merry Christmas.

In England, we say "Happy Christmas."

Yeah, I know.

That's messed up.

Rockin' party, Fras.

I need a drink.

Alice, it's so nice to see you.

Your mom said you weren't coming.

Yeah, but then I got a very long voicemail

from the North Pole.

Santa himself told me I should

"ho-ho-hurry" up to this party.

And then he told me to "check out this cartwheel."

Again, this was on a voicemail.

Yeah, I'm never drinking again.

But I'm glad you made it.

The children were going to gather at St. Bartholomew's tonight.

There was talk of a pageant.

Let's lighten the mood, shall we?

- Frasier. - Oh.

- Christmas present for you. - For me?

Bless you. Oh, my goodness.

Look at this.

It's...

It's Sigmund Freud's humidor.

Just think. This held the cigars

that may have inspired the great master.

And also killed him, but you know,

let's look on the positive side.

Oh, let me get yours. Here, Olivia.

It's certainly nothing by comparison, but here.

Well... I'm sure that yours is...

Oh. A three-night all-inclusive stay at the Plaza Hotel.

Frasier! Oh...

Just thought you could use a little rest and relaxation.

And I did get you some slippers,

because I don't like the ones at the Plaza.

I think they're a bit gauche.

Oh!

By the way,

how closely do you look at your credit card statements?

Oh. Excuse me.

Hardly at all, actually.

My accountant takes care of all that nonsense.

Fantastic.

- Alan. - Hi, Frasier.

Come in.

Merry Christmas.

Well, you were right.

I needed to be with family.

Now, I know you said I shouldn't bring anything,

but I couldn't help myself.

- Holly. Hi. Hi. - Hi.

I-I thought you had to work.

Yeah, I lied about that.

I just was freaked out

that things were moving too fast,

but I talked to Alan.

He's a good friend.

He really cares about you.

He also said you'd pay his $900 bar tab.

She's very attentive.

- Give her a good tip. - Yes.

Come, get some glögg.

Ooh. Okay.

Hi, Dad.

Nora.

I can't believe it.

Neither can I.

I never thought I'd see you again.

I have so much to apologize for.

God, I have rehearsed this moment for years,

and suddenly, I don't know what to say.

Yes.

We have a lot to talk about.

But for now...

...I'd like you to meet someone.

Jude,

this is your grandpa.

She's perfect.

Um... sorry, everyone.

Uh... I'd...

I'd like you to meet...

my daughter, Nora...

...and...

...my granddaughter, Jude.

It's a Christmas miracle!

Oh. Oh, Alan.

God bless us, every one.

Hey. Come on. Come on in. Come on in.

So, I'm a little fuzzy about what I said to you at the bar,

but, um, glad it worked.

So am I. Thank you.

And happy Christmas.

Still messed up.

Nora, please come in.

Lovely to see you. Merry Christmas.

It's so nice to meet you, finally...

Frederick Crane.

Did you meddle?

- I learned from the master. - Ha.

Glad to see you're finally embracing your heritage.

Oh, my gosh, I'm so excited for the new year.

Think of all the scheming we can do.

All the people who don't know they need fixing!

- I was pretty good at it. - Mm.

No, Freddy!

Frederick,

if I can get my hands on a beekeeper's outfit,

and you can learn sign language,

I think we can get Olivia married.

Why does that sound like a good plan?

Why does that sound like a good plan?!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Merry Christmas!

Y'all know how this goes.

Yeah, maybe. But I got you pegged.

Merry Christmas, one and all!